Page 115 of Masked Sins
Layla arches her back again, but her hand stays still.
“You’re being such a good girl. Focus on my voice. Relax. Imagine sinking even deeper into the couch. Feel the pleasure coil deeper. Feel the way your body throbs, the way you need the friction of my cock. You’re under my power, unable to move.”
She moans, and her head rolls back slightly.
“You’re such a good girl. Such a good whore. Purely for my pleasure. You can feel the pleasure pulling you closer to the edge. Shock waves of pleasure, over, and over, and over.”
Layla shudders, moaning again as she squeezes her eyes closed tighter.
“My own personal sex toy. It’s overwhelming, isn’t it? Focus on that pleasure. I want you to feel it. Your skin, your lips, your nipples, your clit, your toes… do you feel the desire flowing through you? It’s overwhelming. But I want you to remove your hand from your clit and hold it six inches above your body.”
She whimpers, a crease forming between her brows as she removes her hand from between her thighs, holding it up. Her hips roll once in search of friction. I memorize the way her nipples are hard and taut against the white eyelet material, the way she swallows, the way her lips part in ecstasy.
“That’s it. Just out of reach. Can you feel the warmth? The heat coming from your cunt? I want you to imagine your hand pushing that pleasure from the palm of your hand to the spot where you need it most. Sink deeper into the couch. Allow yourbody to feel how wet you are, how engorged your clit is, how needy you are for your Master. Every cell inside your body is screaming for a release, isn’t it? You crave it. You want it, more than air. But you’re a good girl, aren’t you? You won’t touch yourself unless I give you permission.”
She whines.
“I love it when you obey me, Layla.” I drop to my knees next to her face, letting my eyes take in the sweat gathering on her brow, the way her chest heaves like she’s running a marathon. The small crease between her eyes—the way she looks like she’s being tortured.
Her arm shakes—the task of holding it up isn’t easy.
“You’re such a good girl. The perfect vessel for me, for my commands, a willing recipient of my dominance. Such a perfect submissive. So subservient. You’re blossoming before me, like a flower—you crave my voice, my commands. Your submission grows deeper with each inhale. Your arousal grows with each exhale—myarousal. You are mine, and your submission is my greatest pleasure. Every time you hear these words, your body will respond. And your mind will surrender. Let these words resonate with you. You are mine. You will always be mine.”
I clasp my hands behind my back to keep from touching her.
To keep from sliding a finger through her folds to see how wet she is.
If I touch her, I won’t be able to stop.
“You’re such a good fucking sex toy. You want me to use you. You are under my control. You’ve done so well. So obedient. So dedicated. You’re perfect. I’m going to bring you out of the trance now. You can keep any of my suggestions or let them fade away. Come back. Come back to me, Little Dancer. Wake up.Now.”
Her eyes fly open, and I’m inches away from her flushed face. She gasps, and her eyes are nearly black. Blinking rapidly, shesearches my mask and then utters the one word that makes my heart stop.
“Orion.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
THE AWAKENING
Layla
The minute the word leaves my lips, Orion goes still. His eyes go wide behind his mask, and he braces himself like he’s waiting for me to yell or punch him—like I have so many other times in my life.
I’ve spent over seven years pushing him away—telling him I never wanted to see him again. He obeyed me each time.
But he was here the whole time.
The past seven years flash through my mind like a rapid-fire movie.
The cocky smirks. The arrogance. But there was also vulnerability—trepidation every time he would look at me from across the room.
And his eyes always found me first, no matter where we were or who we were with. He never wavered—never gave up.
The bracelet?—
I’ve been his for so much longer than I realized.
“Layla,” he murmurs, and it takes me a second to realize his hands are shaking at his sides.
